Slow tick-tock of the feeder on its post: the bird has flown.
Late September/Southern Piedmont. Chip carving in basswood, eight panels in a reclaimed window, 19”x32”. This one took awhile.
I have been waiting to post this until I could get good photos of individual panels, but I can’t get the light right, so just zoom in, if you like.
Someday soon, there will be in hell a vast room of web developers starving, emaciated, desperately trying to click the button that says “bring me food” only to have a popup get in the way. Every. Single. Time. For all eternity. Have fun, fellas.
Currently reading, by complete coincidence: Global Objects: Toward a Connected Art History by Edward S. Cooke, Jr., and Local Lives: Poems about the Pennsylvania Dutch by Millen Brand.
Song sparrow, 4”x6”.
I’ve been a bit random about which carvings I’ve posted online but I like this little guy; it has been a challenge to work small but make the birds realistic.
(The poet, from beyond the grave, speaks of LLMs):
I was using dashes—
Long years before your bot—
Now it chatters—falsely on—
While I lie here and rot—
Looking at the sky
Sunday I walked down to our neighborhood park, which is only a couple of small fields connected by a path running through a strait of woods along a stream. (The stream, I learned last spring after living here almost ten years, is called Oxford Branch.) Passing one of the fields I saw a very small boy, maybe eighteen months old, and his father looking intently up at the sky. The boy was pointing and saying something I couldn’t hear.
According to this morning’s inbox, the future of nail clipping is finally here! I hope you all are as excited as I am.
According to the “Raleigh’s Best” magazine-like object I received in today’s mail, the three best places to work here are a real estate brokerage, a dermatology clinic, and Dump & Pump Septic. If those were your choices, which job would you take? Honestly… I’d shovel sh!t.